When they came back to the Hotel, everyone seemed to be mad at each other. Even Mrs. S. got mad at everyone.

MaryAnne cried as she heard everyone in the room where Dawn and her Mother were staying fighting.

"What did I do wrong?" She asked herself.

She picked up the phone and called her Father. "Dad, it's me MaryAnne."

"What's wrong, honey?" Mr. Spier seemed worried.

"We were at Disneyland and I accidentally made the BSC fight! It was my entire fault!"

"What happened?" He asked.

"Well, it started when Dawn's Mother left her coat on a ride," she sobbed.

"Okay," Mr. Spier sniffed.

"I offered to go get and when I got there, it wasn't there."

"Oh, sweetie, it was just a coat." Mr. Spier said.

"No it wasn't, dad. It-it-it,"

"It what?"

"It had the plane tickets in it!"

"Oh, I see. Well, just calm down. Let me speak to Dawn's Mother."

"No, dad. They're all in the other room fighting. I don't want to go in there."

"Fine, what's the phone number to that room?"

"Uh," MaryAnne wiped her tears away, "554-9745. Promise me that you won't tell them I called you."

"Alright, I promise. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Bye," Mr. Spier said.

The phone rang in the other room two minutes later.

Stacey answered it, "What do you want?"

"Hi, Stacey, this is Mr. Spier. I called to see how things are going. Let me talk to Jane, uh, Dawn's Mother."

"JANE! COME ANSWER THE PHONE!" Stacey yelled through all the noise.

"Hello?!" Jane asked.

"Jane, how are things going? Stacey seems pretty bothered. Is everything alright?"

"Oh, Fred." Jane told him everything that happened.

"Oh, my." Fred acted surprised.

They talked on the phone for an hour and had the plan.

"Listen up, girls," Jane yelled, "We're going to get to go home."

"We are?" Claudia worried.

"Yes. But we'll have to cut the trip a few days short."

The BSC sighed.

"Mr. Spier said he is going to pay online for our tickets home."

"Oh, you guys, I am so sorry for getting frustrated at you." Claudia shook her head as the rest of the club apologized to each other, except for MaryAnne who was in the other room listening and crying because she was so happy. She had saved the day, again. MaryAnne felt proud of herself and proud of her Father who had also saved the day.